Marriage is Because of Trust
The wife's worries

"Very soon! If meet! Not wringing you out, like a coconut." Practicing with both hands as if he was actually squeezing coconuts .

Come in and want to tell the madam that she didn't find Mr. Altan. Right now, he was actually very worried about his young master.

He who had long served the Carya family was so sad to see the master's son since his departure.

"My throat is dry, like this land." Forget about the employer and take a drink.

Dhyia looked at her husband's face deeply. All this time Ilker mas very good . But everything changed because of that trust. If, she decides to separate from her husband she is afraid that her husband is falling deeper and deeper with the woman.

He never said rudely or yelled at me all this time. He was always friendly when he met me. However, now that everything had changed, he thought continuously saying.

The once good man is now a violent man. He no longer knew who was standing before him, especially when he was angry.

Her own face looked at the husband who had not yet opened his eyes.

"Mas, your body is still hot." Look at her husband who is silent when he is sick. Compress her back and kiss her husband's injured hand.

Another with Mr. Altan was busy calling doctors who had become a subscription to the Carya family. He was so serious he seemed to explain from behind the phone.

"Yes, Doc. I'm gonna do it. Okay Doc," he said hang up.

Turning the body back up the exhausting stairs. "Excuse me, Mya," said Mr. Altan from the doorstep. He saw his mistress sitting looking at his young master.

Spontaneous Dhyia immediately turned her head towards the door. "How, Sir? Can the doctor come here?" he asked with a hopeful panicked face.

"Maybe a little long, yeah. Because he said, "There are still some patients who must be treated in the hospital," said Altan who did not have the heart to convey it.

Dhyia immediately turned her face to look at the husband with a little disappointment mixed with sadness.

"Mas, the doctor is coming soon. You wait a minute, Mom." Look at the hand of the husband holding his hand tightly.

Dhyia looked at that hand. This is a hand that is often used by him to work. It was a hand that had never touched him at all.

This wound is severe but it will disappear by itself even though it leaves a mark. No, as inside the injured will still be felt even though time has changed direction. The former is not visible but the taste will still be scratched.

Dhyia kept looking at the wound of the husband that made her tremble. His body temperature was getting abnormal. The heat is going up and even higher.

"Sir, please say the same, Auntie. Get me some more warm water. I'd like to compress it, sir. The heat is still high." Dhyia begged meekly to Pak Altan.

"Okay, Him." Turn the body down to tell Benar to return the delivery requested by the madam.

Mr. Altan was actually confused. However, out of pity to see his young master and his mistress so he lightly said yes.

"Dwoooh! Turn my head." Massaging - massaging her tightened forehead. "Don't you, Doctor, True is also invisible," he muttered continuously satisfied with mixed feelings.

While Benar was very cheerful and his face immediately saw the water he poured into the glass. "Hehehe!" Laughing happily at the drinking water he was holding. " My thirst must be gone?!" said slowly.

"So, you're here!" tangent pak Altan from behind.

The glass that wanted to touch the lips instantly came to a halt, hearing the sound made even more True, pias returned. A glass filled with water, he put it back.

"Madam, you need me from now on!" The spray instantly flipped backwards.

"When?" ask mr. Altan. "When, madam is looking for me?" Mr. Altan asked back.

"Must." Repeating what was said Right slowly, remembering it. "So you know!" said it. "There is even you! The one called Madam."

Right to choke and not so, take a glass. "Called to what?" tanyakanya.

"Said Madam, "She asked for more water to compress, Young master," replied Pak Altan, following in which direction Benar turned.

"Has the doctor not come yet?" true Tanya wants to know.

"Not yet, he said, "He still has patients. But when he's done, he'll be here?!"

"Why is it like that?" tanya True confused.

"Where do I know," replied Mr. Altan indifferently.

"Didn't he say what time he came here?" true Tanya back who was upset . Put water into the bowl. "You should say, don't be long. Because if, Young Master hurts him, like a child," he continued, sad to see his master who will miss Madam Afsheen.

"You're weird. Where might I urge him to come here as soon as possible. Yeah, his name we're late for him. Yes, you have to be patient" said Mr. Altan.

"That's because you wandered, out of nowhere," said True.

"You're the one who's running around." Pak Altan replied back to Benar's sentiments.

"I was looking for you from now on" said Benar seriously, turning to Pak Altan. "It's not like, if your master is sick, we'll all go nuts, you know!" Leaving Pak Altan carrying water.

Currently Dhyia was looking back and forth at the door of the room. The woman looks anxious waiting for Benar and also the doctor in charge of treating her husband. Confused and agitated to and fro walking back and forth while glancing at the clock that kept turning.

Geck! Tok ! Tok !

"Excuse me, Him," said True.

"Bi! Here, Bi!' dhyia said turning the body in the right direction that came carrying water. Take it immediately and sit back squeezing a small towel and put it on the forehead of the husband.

"Doctor, why so long?" Dhyia asked while squeezing the towel, sadly glancing towards Benar who was still beside her.

"It's coming soon, too, huh?!" keep it right, calm his heart. "So, said Mr. Altan, "He's still his patient." Wanting to help the madam, however, he did not dare to be afraid that suddenly his master came to his senses and saw that he would get angry because his young master was not the young master he used to know.

"But what time is Bi?" Dhyia glanced at the clockwork hanging above the wall just above the bedroom door. "It's already that hour." Staring at the clock showing at 16:25 WIB. "In the near future, Bi, more than five minutes," he said restlessly married to a husband who had not opened his eyes.

"Luckily, sir, close his eyes. If not all of me must have shaved glasses sprayed by him?!" right said in his heart, looking at his young master who was so helpless.

"Would he still be angry or not, huh?" He kept asking and saw the madam who was so worried.

"Bi! Has Mr Altan heard from you again?" Before Auntie, come on up here." It was not that he answered the master instead that he noticed his young master lying weakly.

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